Page 99 of Our Sins in Shadows (Coven of Sin 2)

“He’s not here.” His drawling words—followed by a husky growl—sunk straight through my core, filling my insides with fire. “And no. He wouldn’tdare.”

Sterling’s mouth claimed mine in a feral kiss that left me breathless. My lungs squeezed, and my fingers dug into his sweater, clutching his pronounced shoulder blades like handlebars as he feasted on my lips. This kiss wasn’t anything like I’d expect from Sterling, yet I found myself ravenous for more.

“Kiss me harder. I can’t really feel it,” I panted against him.

I couldn’t feel him, even as he crawled into my heart to piece together the wreckage Vincent had left. Still, Sterling had a way of reaching inside me with his sultry words, his reverent fingers, his haunted eyes, and touching me in places the others would never hope to reach.

But my monster was still asleep.

That part of me was still grieving for the loss of my mate.

I couldn’t feel a damn thing because of it.

Numb.

That’s all I was.

Sterling pushed me down onto the bed, my frame bouncing with the mattress. He gazed dead ahead into the wall as his hardening cock seemed to stare straight at me through his sweats. Peeling his sweater off with one swift movement, it dropped to the floor, and he stood in the square of the window’s moonlight, looking gorgeous as fuck.

Come on, wake up. Look at him!

I lapped up his subtle inhumane features in hopes that would wake the bitch up.His ghostly pale skin, the pronounced veins in his arms, his hard muscles, and the pale lashes that brushed his high cheekbones.I even found the subtle scars where my father had pressed the sterling spoon into his eyes mournfully attractive.

Everything Sterling was, I loved. Even his damaged parts. Especially his damaged parts.

“Do you forgive me?” he gritted out, cadence layered with a multitude of emotions. Guilt. Love. Lust.

There wasn’t much to forgive. I’d been way more pissed about him waiting this long to tell me the story about my mom than about the details of his involvement. I gave a small nod. “Just touch me, please. Make me feel again.”

Sterling slowly lowered himself onto the bed, draping his body over mine. His weight on top of me—pinning me against the mattress—was something I’d daydreamed about since our night in the attic. My senses shutting down because my body was spiraling into a post-break-up depression over her mate wasn’t a part of those fantasies. But hey, my choices were either to give in and fall into a week-long hibernation, or overstimulate my inner queen into waking the fuck up.

Yeah, I was gonna have to go with option B.

Back in my prisoner days, I’d sometimes thought about how I’d handle a breakup. I knew even then that I wasn’t the type of girl to curl up with chick flicks and movies. I’d find another dick to fuck the last prick out of my system, and maybe just have ice cream afterward.

I ran my palms over Sterling’s pectorals, stroking the marred skin of his destroyed crucifix tattoo. When I couldn’t register that particular raised flesh of his, I sought out another. I hooked my leg over his waist and pulled his groin down into mine. I felt his erection against my juncture, but there was no response on my part.

A swollen mewl of frustration bled from my lips and without thinking it through, I bit him on the shoulder, drawing his blood into my mouth.

My mate seized beneath my bite. As his blood seeped into my mouth, I discovered that my taste receptors had also shut down. Not even the libido effect of potent vampire blood could touch me in this semi-paralyzed state.

“Take what you need from me,” Sterling said in a sabulous timbre. His hands slipped beneath Corry’s shirt, and when he found I wasn’t wearing panties, he let out a masculine groan of approval. “Good girl, you remembered what I told you in the attic. No undergarments around me, or I’ll do what?”

He pulled back, looking down at me through the screen of snowy hair, his silhouette outlined in the light pouring through the tower window.

My eyes blew wide in carnal rapture. “You’ll destroy them,” I gasped.

If my seductive prince didn’t wake up sleeping beauty with his filthy words, the sultry writhe of his hips, and the kiss of his cock, I didn’t know what would.

“That’s right, love. Very good.” He slid one hand over my belly and between the valley of my breasts. I thought he was going for a handful of my breast but instead, his palm flattened on my sternum, holding me down. As the sullied priest rose to his knees, he donned a darkly erotic grin. Something within me stirred.

“As for the other things you wear when you come to see me, I don’t mind if you carry the scent of my brothers. But tonight, I don’t think I want to be smelling Corry as I fuck you.” His hand slipped into my hair, thumb stroking my brow. The gesture was so gentle that on the next breath, my lungs slammed together when his hand shot down to fist the collar of my shirt. He ripped it off me with one swift tug.

Sterling flung the destroyed garment over his shoulder and dropped back on top of me. I licked the last traces of blood from the wound I’d made.

“Do you taste me, do you feel me?” he asked as he jerked his hips, grinding his pelvis over my bare sex with a fever that rattled the bed.

“No,” I whimpered. “Nothing.”

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